The rat trap

The younger of the pair, about twenty-two, and dressed in tennis flannels, was a young sprig of the Stock Exchange named Claude Peyton; the elder, a handsome, dark man, about te...

When Aylmer came down to breakfast, the next morning, later than his usual custom, he found that his friend Peyton already had breakfasted and had gone out, leaving word with th...

After she had left, Aylmer remained in the lounge for a few moments thinking deeply over what just had occurred. He recalled the despairing tone in which she had uttered those f...

Presently the manager came into the lounge, which by now was quite full. Agitation and distress were written on his mobile countenance. Detaining gestures were made to arrest hi...

Her voice had in it a vibrating note of reproach when she spoke again. “Surely, you do not think that of me? If I were what you seem to suppose, I could not look you in the face...

On the night of his arrival in England, Aylmer dined with his friend Peyton at his father’s house in Wimbledon. Peyton senior had an exceedingly flourishing business, and was a...

It was some time before the ring at the bell was answered. Then, after a second summons, the door was opened by a very dignified butler who wore the old-fashioned side-whiskers,...

It was evident a conference of considerable importance was taking place between this strangely assorted trio--Dicks, in his respectable butler’s dress, Quentin in the clothes he...

Aylmer took a second look, and so far as he could judge from a back view, the figure certainly seemed to resemble that of the man whom he had last seen at Ostend in the company...

Having left almost directly after breakfast, it was quite early when Aylmer returned to his rooms in Ryder Street. The more he thought over it, the more he was upset by what had...

Like a man in a dream, he opened the gate, and going to the board, read on it the name of two agents--a firm in Hampstead, a well-known one in the West End. Then, still in the s...

After leaving the office of the private detective, Aylmer went to his rooms in Ryder Street. His original intention had been to return to the quaint little village of Rottingdea...

It had been such plain sailing up to the present, that Duberry’s chagrin was very great when he realized that he had been duped at the last moment. He hung about the station for...

There was no address on the letter. Of course, she would not include that, she sensed too well that the ardor of his love would lead him straight to her, and above all things, s...

Duberry, of course, was profoundly interested in this startling information. He had set a watch on Ramon, and he knew that for the last three days the so-called financier had no...

A couple of months after the events recorded in the last chapter, Aylmer was dining with his friend Claude Peyton at Wimbledon. During this period, the search for the Quentins h...

Aylmer saw Peyton a few days later, but very little was said on the subject of the Quentins. Aylmer had resolved, after very little reflection, that he would go down to Sherehav...

Aylmer was due at the Savoy, the day after his return to London, to keep an appointment with the American millionaire. Mr. Whitefield never accepted hospitality without giving a...

There was silence between them for a little time after Quentin had made that sudden exit. Aylmer was a man of very acute sensibility; he knew exactly what his companion was feel...

An hour later Aylmer came across Whitefield. There was a question he had wanted to put to Eileen. But, the interview was so brief, he had not had the time to put it. The informa...

Aylmer waited for some time before he went down to breakfast. His loathing for Quentin was now so great that he shrank from a meeting, feeling doubtful if his powers of self-con...

First of all he paid a visit to his own room, as he wanted to get from there certain things which were necessary for the carrying out of his investigations.

Whitefield was one of those dominating men who instinctively push themselves forward at critical moments. He did so now, addressing the leader of the group clustered round the b...

Eileen was waiting for Aylmer at the little countryfied station the next morning. Her telegram had been dispatched late on the previous evening. There was no late train to this...